Chapter 153 Brother, I suspect you are a traitor
Nerima has been a bit bustling lately.
Several wealthy second-generation rich people were fed up with their ordinary life of extravagance and decided to find some excitement.
So they patted the big head that was dominated by the small head and came up with a good idea -
Form a gang for teenagers and make a name for themselves in Tokyo! With money, free time, and connections, plus there are many bad boys in Japan who admire the underworld, they quickly established their own gang - Chibei! But just when they were ready to show their strength and make Chibei famous, they found that the territory of Tokyo had already been divided up, and even the protection fees for each area had been negotiated and could not be changed without permission.
Faced with these gangs that have been entrenched in their respective territories for many years and backed by underworld bosses, Chibei, a small Karami that was established not long ago, is really not up to par.
The sword is not yet ready, but you are already in the world of martial arts when you go out.
If your hair isn't fully grown, debuting will be hell.
This group of young people who are keen on group racing and bullying see no hope of rising in the fiercely competitive Tokyo, and have failed in more than ten attempts to expand.
Because of their youthful vigor, they have killed people and lost companions in fights with other gangs.
Moreover, because he did not know how to keep himself clean and control his desires, he was also infected with many things that even people in the underworld would not easily touch.
After half a year of repeated failures, even the core group of senior executives felt a little discouraged. After all, no matter how wealthy their families were, without a stable income they would have to live off their savings and would not be able to hold on for long.
Just when the captain of the Red Guards was wondering whether he should move his base and seek development outside Tokyo, an older brother he used to follow in school suddenly came to him.
He was a big shot who was promoted to the leader of his family after returning from studying abroad. The other party gave him an opportunity, and as long as he succeeded, he would enjoy endless wealth and glory.
And the Red Guards will definitely become famous in Tokyo overnight! The Red Guards captain thought that Big Brother was the most reliable, so he led his men from Nerima to Shinjuku without saying anything, ready to kidnap the super hostage that Big Brother mentioned, and personally escort him to Osaka!
“Go, go, go!” The hairy monkey-faced man held the intercom and shouted loudly in the communication channel: “Make a name for yourself in Tokyo, today!”
The long queue of sports cars and motorcycle riders all shouted, "Today is the day to become famous in Tokyo!"
The excited Red Guards rushed forward like brave cavalrymen.
The monkey-faced man stared ahead, his eyes full of yearning and desire for fame and fortune! As long as he turned this corner, wealth and glory would be right before his eyes! Thinking of this, he slapped the steering wheel hard, and the Chevrolet sports car honked harshly, reminding the younger brother behind to get ready.
There is a big bend ahead, and they all use the most handsome way to appear in front of the nobles! The monkey-faced man, the captain of the red-armored team, turned the steering wheel to the left, stepped on the clutch and pulled the handbrake, ready to make a grand appearance with a drift.
However, the next second, the section of road ahead that was blocked by the mountain appeared a strange black color.
The monkey-faced man was horrified when he saw this, but before he could come up with a response, the front wheel in Schrödinger's lock state suddenly slipped!
The Viper supercar lost control in a drifting state. The body of the car rushed sideways uncontrollably like a mad bull, and crashed into the guardrail of the winding mountain road under the stunned and horrified gaze of the monkey-faced man!
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, this classic American muscle car embraced the steel guardrail intimately.
The guardrail was twisted and deformed, the metal collision produced dazzling sparks, one side of the car body was deeply dented, all the glass in the car shattered in an instant, and fragments flew everywhere.
Restrained by the seat belt, the monkey-faced man was not thrown out of the car by the huge impact. He was just thrown around like a puppet with broken strings. His head hit the steering wheel heavily, blood gushed out, and his eyes were blurred instantly.
The broken glass cut his body into blood and stained his clothes red. The tiny fragments pierced his funny face, making it look as hideous as if it had been hit by a needle in a rainstorm.
The steel guardrail failed to absorb all the kinetic energy, and the Dodge Viper bounced toward the side of the mountain under the huge recoil force.
However, as it popped out, the Chevrolet sports car following closely behind also rushed across the black road surface, and after spinning half a circle, its rear end directly hit the Viper!
This horrifying scene was like a domino falling down. The driver behind slammed on the brakes in panic, but how could a sports car traveling at high speed stabilize instantly?
The front of the supercar suddenly sank, and the rear of the car swung wildly. Under the influence of inertia and the unknown liquid on the road, it slid sideways and rushed to the side of the road.
The side panel of the car was scratched by the steel guardrail, and the paint was peeling off like snowflakes, and finally it crashed into the Chevrolet.
The tragic condition of the first three sports cars caused a commotion in the convoy. The young men who loved racing shouted and tried to brake, but they were going too fast.
Even if the car in front slows down and stops forcibly, the sports car behind will still use the front of the car to hit their butt hard!
A cool Nissan GT-R was not spared. The energetic young man with dyed yellow hair sitting in the driver's seat suddenly had dazzling golden eyes.
He tried to save his car and quickly turned the steering wheel to avoid the out-of-control vehicle in front of him, but the tires completely lost control in the struggle with the ground.
The car body spun and plunged into the roadside ditch. The front of the car fell heavily, raising a large amount of dust. The wheels spun in the air in vain, making a sad "buzzing" sound.
"Bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"
A long line of sports cars suddenly encountered a chain reaction. The inertia was as strong as a monster and no matter how hard they tried, they could not overcome it.
More than ten sports cars and more than twenty motorcycles in the convoy became victims of this disaster feast one after another amidst the shrill screams and honking sounds.
The bumper fell off like a severed limb, and parts flew in all directions like flowers from the sky. The people in the car were hit hard and their heads were bleeding.
Those who are lucky enough will be attacked from both sides, with the worst injury being broken bones.
The unlucky one crashed headfirst into the mountain slope, with the car body embedded in it, the steel body shattered, and the driver stuck in the deformed cockpit.
One unlucky guy was hit by the airbag. His neck was twisted and his cervical vertebrae were broken. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, and his life was over.
This is just iron wrapped in flesh. The motorcyclists wrapped in flesh suffered heavy casualties, and they are only alive thanks to Amaterasu.
The mountain road is winding and the crashes on the way down are deafening and the wailing is endless.
The Dodge Viper had suffered several consecutive impacts and was severely deformed. The front windshield, which had been shattered into snowflakes but still stuck together, was opened by someone, and a monkey-faced man with glass shards all over his face crawled out of the car covered in blood.
Looking back at the road he had come with his scarlet eyes, he saw only grief and misery everywhere. His loyal subordinates who were not afraid of death or legal sanctions were killed or injured. The biker gang he had created was in pieces.
Before he could even begin to realize his dream of dominating Tokyo, he was woken up by a slap in the face.
His eyes kept wandering, and he finally found his beloved Ducati Desmosedici RR among the pile of scrap metal.
At this moment, the physical pain is far less than the pain in my heart.
The monkey-faced man roared and raged, as if he had lost his wife.
During a negotiation last month, an ignorant guy scratched the car body, and then he made a hole in the other party's forehead.
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“Pah, pah, pah—”
Amidst the widespread wailing, out-of-place applause suddenly sounded. The monkey-faced man stared with bloodshot eyes and looked over, only to see two guys in black clothes, almost blending into the night, standing on the roadside on the other side of the bend.
They applauded and talked in low voices.
"See, I told you, this thing is definitely useful."
"Hey, you are so bad."
"Why, you don't like it?"
"It's OK. This feels really cool."
The monkey-faced man looked at the two suspicious people who were chatting happily as if no one was around, then looked at the masks covering their faces and the several suspicious empty bottles at their feet, and immediately equated them with the target that the eldest brother had told him about.
At this moment, the monkey-faced man suspected that there was a traitor in his camp!
Considering that the only people who knew about it were him and his elder brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, so...
He suspected that the traitor was Big Brother!
But what if he knew the truth? Could he still take revenge on the leader of his clan? The monkey-faced man felt so frustrated that he almost vomited blood. He could only stare at the two people in front of him, and took out a gun with his hand that seemed to have a broken bone, and almost roared:
"OI, who are you two bastards?!"
The man wearing the gangster hood and bumblebee mask paused when he heard this, and then the gangster took a step forward: "Since you are asking sincerely."
Bumblebee followed closely: "Then we will be merciful and tell you!"
The gangster threw his suit jacket aside, revealing the Glock on his waist: "To prevent the world from being destroyed!"
Bumblebee revealed his Glock: "To maintain world peace!"
"Implement love and true justice!"
"Cool and handsome dark knight!"
The two masked weirdos drew their guns at the same time, aiming them at the monkey-faced man and the thugs behind him who were still able to move, and said in unison: "We are interstellar players traveling through the universe!"
Huh——~~~The night is slightly cool and the wind is whistling.
A group of violent delinquent boys from the Red Guard Gang stood there in a daze. The monkey-faced man who was standing on the hood of the damaged car and had the clearest view had a look of disbelief in his eyes.
They, the Red Guard Gang, were made into this state by these two psychopaths? !
Even with the monkey-faced man's level of anger, he felt his scalp tingling with embarrassment at this moment.
He took a step forward, stepped on the hood of the scrapped Viper, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Grab your weapons and kill them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of injured and angry bad boys all took out their weapons, including switchblades, butterfly knives, machetes, and even randomly picked up scrap parts. Only a few of them held double-barreled shotguns.
Stimulated by blood and anger, these bad guys who dropped out of school early and entered society ignored the threat of guns and only wanted to kill these two psychopaths to avenge themselves and their companions!
But the next second.
With a "bang" sound of gunfire, a ball of blood burst out from the monkey-faced man's hand holding the gun, and the revolver fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
A shell jumped out of the Glock in the hand of the Gotham gangster who called himself Batman. His lips curled up slightly under the mask, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth: "Do you really think I dare not shoot?"
(End of this chapter)